This Is Not a Proofreading Poem

Eye wright these lines today
As some poet comprising a poem
Which will loose it’s flare
Duel porpoise eye will make
This poem is a laugh
For those whose listening
Too this crazy exorcise
One must right today

Note: This poem will make sense if you say it out allowed (I mean aloud).

April 14th prompt from this site


Pondering A Poem

I hear voices from TV
As I clack on my computer
Branches knock at my windows
I ignore the endless rapping
As I ponder words to say
A poem of content I know what
As wind begins to howl
Rains come splattering down
I ponder that a nature poem
Will be what I choose to write

Continue Writing On My Blog

This year is the seventh year of starting this poetry blog. The anniversary was on the Friday we just had. Below is today’s poem.

Seven years of poetry blog
All started cause of my dog
Who gave me inspiration with silent dialogue
I now really miss my dog
She paved the way for my writing
I will continue with more rewriting
Which will be exciting
To write more books on dogs
That I will continue to write on my blog

Dog Wrote Another Poem

I found this poem hiding in Chelsey’s notes. I have posted it here.

Woof, Woof, I am writing again.
A poem that’s short and will rhyme.
Bark out my words on the dime.
I’ll try to write with this pen.
Aroooo, this is too much,
Rhyming is to hard for me.
Hold on I might have a flea.
I scratch my fur as such.
Ah, all is good I continue to write.
Woof, bark I am tired.
I am glad I have an owner I admired.
To write poems that excite.

Where To Find Dog Poetry Inspiration

My inspiration of writing has elapse.
My partner, my furry friend now gone.
She gave me ideas of writing;
She let my creativity soar.
Just watching her; her actions
I put into words to write my poems.
Whether my voice or her voice
Poems poured out on paper.
She inspired my writing to new heights;
I self-published books on dog poetry.
Where will I find my dog inspiration
Now that you are gone from this world?

What Will You Write Poet

What will you write poet?
I write with weaving lines that alternate between rhythms;
With measured beats that will cascade to order cadence
Like drums upon a long ago battlefield,
You can hear their rat a tat, rat a tat still echoing now.

I write with flourish gust of my pen
The metaphors come closing in
As they fight off similes to gain substance in my poem
They slash the likes and as,
Making themselves known to the reader.

I write to the world to show how I feel,
The down trodden days of polical unrest,
Dishearten and sadden what I see.
How to change can only come from words and understanding
With one another to find that common ground.

I write about the animals;
And to nature where they are losing a desperate battle
Locked arm and arm against human interaction
They want their voice heard
And, I poet will give it to them
So, they can rise above
And find a place to coexist
With the ever changing landscape of a world filled with man.

I write of happy times and sad times too
Where new life comes into being
While old slips off the shore
To some distant place far from our reaches
In another realm beyond what we cannot see.

I write, to write what I know
Or to become inspire to write
Something different and new
With hopes that the next poem
Will lead me down new paths to explore.